what is a reflection if one can’t see.

a reflection is what I see of me.

but who’s to say I see me

a mirror was once glass but through it now you can not see.

it shows a reflection of what?not of me.

a reflection is what you see, through my sight I don’t recognize the me you say I see.

So upon this reflection I have of me…

it’s not of what you in fact see but of what I feel when I see me.

a million things to say , with the horde of ways to portray

for every time I state A , you compile a list complete opposite of what I seek

why is that?

To be heard is a thing of the past because who’s listening ?

a million words to write, starting with one blank page

for every word I write, there aren’t any auto-corrects, to twist and suggest to me, me.

To be heard is a matter of the past because now I’m a mute . . .

who writes.

I am Black and so is my Soul

Living in America that’s just how it goes

We fight and have hope. Pray for those who don’t know. An Injustice system is how it usually flows

Stand Up!

To have Melanin in your skin, have pride in your stride. Be the voice of change or watch us all die.

To what lengths will you go?

She graciously responds:

“Do or do not, there is no try – Yoda

To be or not to be – Shakespeare

That’s the result of those lengths you question one will go

Depending on what you decide takes you to either place.

To be impatient: rushing your process, cause anxiety, feeling pain, all that envy and vengeance that comes

Insecurity, assumptions of ignorance, the loneliness as a result

To be impactful: still bordering the fine line of the known or unknown, but with a mind of awareness

Only you can choose which way you wanna go. So to great lengths, do you be as you want.”

Growth ❤️

OH! lengths you will go.

Impatient or Impactful?

To be the first. But in return envy,jealously,vengeance. ATTACKED. At the end you are changed,lonely,deterred. FIGHT BACK.

oh, lengths you will go.

Don’t lose you in your sight.To be Impactful is to be Patient.

Gather yourself and forever look back,the lengths you will go is measured by your past. Keep your future and love yourself.

OH! lengths will you go

It’s easier to be heard in a quiet room with just a whisper than it is up here

Constantly twisting and turning , bobbing and weaving, screaming and crying

Confusion along with a headache

Let me be heard where there is chaos, it speaks volumes

But instead I’m just a mouse strolling through a herd of elephants.

I can’t express how frail I am, how small I feel

A squeak to you is my cry from insanity.

In a quiet room there is no one, so who cares

In chaos we are selfish, no one cares

It takes more than realization to continue life after a love you had has ended.

Well that’s what I was thinking.

But the strangest thing is “love never dies”. Does letting go warrant love to stop? Is there ever pure happiness we feel when we realize we weren’t the One but was just a mere option…

Thoughts I hate to think.

But It’s true you must realize the present but also acknowledge the past for just what it was. The only thing in life we should be able to explain is what love means to Us. Because although it will be poked at, pulled, confusing, and interpreted many a ways, how we remember will just be so.

Just as it was for us to fall in, it was just for us to fall out. Stages of life, stairs of love and mementos to carry. No love will die, it teaches and transfer. What will make an impact to mend hearts that are damaged? Be over with that chapter, because once your stairs come to an end and that Stage is complete, those mementos become who you are and what you choose for yourself.

There is no better sight than to watch you from a distance, sitting there amongst your friends, strangers, some like you and some who would never compare to you. I’ve studied you before I had the chance to grasp ahold of you. I anticipated how you’d be wondering what I’m thinking, why I am walking back and forth eyes locked on you. In the back of my mind I must be sure that you are the only edition I want. I replayed this moment over and over, again. Selective of who I let inside, I don’t intend to make you think you are not good enough for my eyes, mind or soul. You know better than that.

Our moment is here.

My confidence is holding me steady yet I feel so frail reaching out to you. Pulling you off your pedestal because I hold no expectations when it comes to you. Holding you close to me was always meant to be. I gain with you, another journey I planned to take. I am shaky. Doing this for the first time with you just feels different. You are not expecting what’s to come, only know it has to happen to be tied to me forever. I’m a pro at this by now, but my fingers are forced to appear as normal as they can while I tame my nerves. I’m honored to form your first crease, as delicate as you are on the outside, the inside of you is prepared for the inevitable. What did I open up too? I can smell every part of you, a scent I will become familiar with but not in any rush for it to leave estranged. I have to take my time with you.

Now that you’ve let me in, I am lost for words, good thing you have many for me when I catch my breath. Although you are quiet just like the rest, you keep me intrigued, keeping me wanting to know everything about you. You’ll always be different from the rest, you tell a different story. So don’t compare or compete, just be here with me, in our moment while it lasts. Your first words were a sight for my eyes, I was not the only one anticipating you, you said and I quote “ Chapter One. “I was waiting for you.””

See I knew it! I chose you

It’s something different about this day. I feel uneasy and somehow my emotions are rattled just enough to divert my mind to you. The lid I kept on so tight has loosened and gone into a tail wind of questions I’ll never be able to answer. I hold on to a piece of you because I’m scared to let go. We started in your dreams, you manifested me to be your dream come reality. I held on to that, I believed that, but what should I believe now? There is a wedge between us, a dark tunnel has shadowed our spark, the light we had in our eyes is gone. When your eyes would close I would be your awakening but now I’m gone. How can you see me now? Am I still in your dreams? You said “You call this honesty”, but this dark just scares me. My truth is in my light, push through my fears and claim what should be real . You must feel what I feel, because today feels different.

.. I smile in the light but cry in the dark. Loved how we created a beautiful fire. From a flick of a spark to crazy wild flame. Honesty I swore but now I’m torn apart. Conflicted between you two, conflicted between us two. You left with a huge scar on your heart, mine is still open … at least you found a way to heal. Not once did you lie, but now you have, you stand there accused of the pain you’ve caused, blaming it on the pain I caused. Not hard enough did I try, we both know that but I’ll stand tall with my unhealed wound and remember I was not abused, I was just confused. This day will always be different, but if feeling this connects me to you still after, I’ll love that I love you.

who would have thought that so much effort goes unnoticed.

that running a 10 mil race and tripping just moments before the finish line would cost you everything.

a world with so much freedom to express one self can in chance be so stereotypical.

and then we wonder why there is suicide, self pity and insecurities.

it’s not easy to know the flaw and fix it with so few moments left.

it’s overrated to think we are perfect, and underrated to feel we are our mistakes.

a flaw, a mistake, the wrong phrase, a misinterpreted thought, that one thing you didn’t do seems to matter more.

I say I can give you everything you’ll ever need and indeed I can, but if you glorify what I can’t do, there will never be anything I can give you.

we say that we are perfectly imperfect, we love unconditionally.

but that’s a lie..

we love on conditions.

can I pour you a full glass of wine to take some things off of your mind?

wait, let me not even attempt to, I know it won’t be full and that will just disappoint you.

how it so seems, my journey to you, giving you my thoughtfulness, my ears, my love, my patience, my time, my sincerity and care will be shattered the minute you say “this isn’t a full glass”

It can never be full ! I’ll catch myself saying, “I’m sorry, on my way I spilled it on the floor”

Instead, knowing that mistakes and mishaps are bound to happen, be grateful and feel what that person does for you.

Invert that and send love for those who deserve it.

Too pure to focus on the negative.

I’d like to be a perfectionist, and it saddens me to know I’d never be, we need that someone who can grab you by the hand and say, “it’s okay, I’ll help you clean”.

But for now, don’t ask why we have insecurities, lack self motivation, have anxiety or choose to shut out …

Especially if you are mad that I spilled the wine.